This is a song about "Tribe"

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

Come again, i devour lawmen my tribe is tribal i'll beat you with the fucking bible

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Half your body laying on my chest

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Right in the jungle with a tribe of my hustlers